"Hey! I said what the fuck are you staring at, Ty?" Dustin growled in annoyance, giving the smaller teen a shove that knocked him back into the shower wall with a thud.
Ty's eyes widened and he realized he had been day dreaming. He said nothing, fresh fear in his eyes, and began to shake as Dustin berated him. It had felt so real to him, like he had actually shrunk his step brother and then watched from the stairs, but it wasn't.
"You always were a little faggot." Dustin finished, laughing, and finally left Ty alone, naked and afraid in the shower. Mark was going to hear about this for sure.
Ty spent only a few minutes in the shower, quickly rushing to dry and get dressed. He hurried down to find Mark and Dustin whispering to each other, which stopped when Ty arrived.
"Sit down and eat." Mark said firmly. "You and I will be talking later."
"Y-Yes, sir." Ty whispered, and sat down to eat breakfast.
It was weirder than usual. Ty couldn't shake the vision of Dustin growing young from his mind. To his internal horror he realized it had kind of turned him on. Please don't get a boner, he thought, not here and not now. So he concentrated on anything else as he stared at his plate and gobbled up breakfast in silence.
"Ty..." June suddenly said. "Mark has to run in to work and I've got to go see a friend today. Can we trust you to get the yard done?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am." Ty said meekly, feeling the burning gaze of Mark on him."
"Thank you." June said simply.
June did this, Ty recalled. She played the kind hearted step mother. The one who cared. When nobody was around, she slapped him, and berated him, and made his life a living hell. Since he never got to go anywhere or do anything, he spent a lot of time being dominated and abused by his step mother, who nobody would ever believe was such a cruel and spiteful woman.
As breakfast finished, Ty instinctually rose to collect the dishes. Something felt strange inside of him, like an excitement he had never felt before, and it confused him.
As Mark left in his truck and Dustin peeled out of the driveway in his sweet sixteen Camaro, Ty was left with June.
Normally, she would've been gone with the two men, but today June hung back and entered the kitchen still in her nightie and robe. She stared at Ty, doing the dishes, and smirked derisively as she withdrew a smoke from the pack on the counter and lit it with a lighter.
"So..." June began, chuckling coldly. "You like boys, huh?"
Ty gulped loudly from the sink and lowered his head. He withdrew his hands from the sink water and wiped them on his sides while he turned around and hung his head in shame.
June approached him, cupped his chin in her thin fingers, and raised his eyes up. She stared into his face, seeing the start of tears, and laughed in mockery. "You do, don't you? Little Ty is a little homo."
She let go of his chin and chuckled to herself as she walked away. Ty turned back to the sink, with his cheeks burning red, as June hovered behind him pouring a glass of wine from a bottle in their cabinet. He could feel her smug air as she purposely made her presense known behind him, clattering the glass and making hi mnervous on purpose.
She stood next to him and watched him almost break down in tears from embarassment, staring down a slender face from her tall six foot plus inches. "I knew it," she whispered. "You lack everything we've ever wanted from you. Why not masculinity too? You're such a fucking disapointment. I wish we could just give you back."
June walked away with a derisive chuckle. Ty dropped the dishes in the sink and felt a sick boiling rage inside of him. He couldn't fight it any longer. It had been literal years of hell, constant emotional abuse, nothing but terror after terror every day. Something snapped inside of him. He felt a warm powerful glow light up inside of his body. A fire had flared within him that he couldn't temper any longer.
"I'm bi." Ty said testily.
"What?" June turned back suddenly, swirling her wine. "What did you just say to me, you insolent little brat?"
"I am bisexual," Ty growled. "I like both men and women. And it's none of your fucking business, you dried up, snooty, cruel bitch!"
June honestly took a step back and her grin grew immensely. She let out the loudest and most heartfelt belly laugh of amusement he had ever seen from her. So much so she almost dropped her wine.
Ty felt the sudden pang of absolute regret. He knew punishment he couldn't even imagine was coming. If he had just shut his mouth one more time. If only... he... he... he wished June wasn't so tall. That he could look her eye to eye and stand up to her. But he was so small, and she so tall. He withered out of reflex as she coldly sat down her wine and wheeled on him, stepping back into the kitchen with a finger pointed in his direction and boiling rage across her face.
Something happened that made her stop in her tracks. June staggered midstep, looked distinctly uncomfortable, and scratched her arm in annoyance. She went to advance again, staggered again, and let out a gasp as she began trembling all over. Her face fell from angry red to pale white. She clutched her arms around herself and staggered one more time, almost doubling over.
"Oh Goddd!" She gasped sharply. "What the fuck is happening to me?"
Ty's eyes widened in disbelief as he saw...